If I Cried

by Dawordartist

He said that it would be much worse
That it was supposed to hurt for me to
Become a woman
That my mom would be so proud but
I could not tell
This was a special secret that could not
Be revealed
I donít understand, I canít understand
Night after night, he crept and night after Night, I wept
The stairs would creak then
The door would crack
Hoping that I would become invisible and
Heíd pass by
Not this night or any night
My heart sobs and my soul weeps
But I donít cry, I donít scream
Even if I did, no one would hear me or believe
Heíd tell them I lied and
That it was my creative imagination
Then that next night itíll be rough
Mommy wonít leave
Sheíll always choose him over me
So there I lay, a sponge to sweat,
Spit and semen
All the while, my womb is bleeding
After his dismount, the shower could not be
Hot enough nor would the bath cloth be
Rough enough
Once alone Iíd let it go,
Swells of tears blended
With suds and snot
I could no longer hold them back if I tried
But I know heíd go to my little sisterís room, If I cried